I leave open the roads I've traveledI leave in them the memory of who I wasand who I will never be:the arrow,the cross,the expurgation,the silence.I leave on that unfinished terrain,the fear,my figure,my speech,the muzzle.I leave inscribed on the streets,my battles,my old ideas,my language,my name.

I leave everything I sawI leave everything I heardI carry everything I have learned with me,everything enjoyed,the people,the sea,and that music that always spoke to me from a place of joy.